Published: 06 Jun 2018 › Updated: 06 Jun 2018
Of course I’m held close somewhere in the upper left pocket. that’s what kills me I think. how closely I’m held. And how intangible that closeness is. I can’t see anything I just hear voice murmurs. I am also jostled by laughter which used to be my favorite. Remaining there was relatively safe, just unreliable. I’m on my own but the fragment memory is held onto very privately somewhere .
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